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fist, trying to stop myself from reaching out, searching for just one more touch that would singe my skin in the most perfect way.
    "Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to play with fire?” I questioned, amused by his cockiness given the situation he was just in.
    He shrugged, a grin appearing on his plump lips. “Fire is hot, but it has its weaknesses.”
    “Not when it’s created by the Devil himself.” I retorted, annoyed slightly by his carefree attitude. “You need to go before you get burned.”
    With that I ran back inside, not even bothering to close the door or look behind me to study his face but headed straight up the stairs. I could feel tears burn at the back of my eyes, trying to push their way through the barrier I had created to keep them out. I hadn't cried in a long time. I had learnt not to. Tears wouldn't get me out of here, tears wouldn't make me feel better, tears wouldn't stop Charlie from selling me if I betrayed him. Tears were useless.
    I headed straight for Charlie's bedroom, trying to straighten my gown and fix my hair as I walked quickly down the hall way. I stopped at his door, it was a deep blue colour, it had always reminded me of his eyes; the dark blue pools that held darkness behind them. I sighed silently and plastered a fake smile on my face and I twisted the handle and pushed.
    Charlie sat on the edge of his large king bed, removing his shoes and socks and placing them softly beside the bed. He hadn't looked at me yet and I knew simply from that, he was angry. I moved towards him, standing between his spread legs and reaching for his tie. I slowly loosened it and slipped it from around his neck, laying it gently next to him on the bed. Charlie was a very tidy and organised man. He hated mess, he hated clutter and he hated anything that was disorganised. I guess this was why he had become such an accomplished business man.
    His hand shot out and gripped my wrist tightly as I reached for the top button of his shirt. I jumped slightly, my eyes widening as I found his deep glare staring back at me. He stood slowly, I tried to shuffle back but he only gripped tighter causing me to wince in pain. He stood over me, tall and broad.
    "You will NEVER again interrupt me when I am doing business, do you understand, Samantha?" I nodded quickly, not daring to say a word.
    He grabbed my other wrist and turned me, forcing me back onto the bed and looming over me.
    "The only reason I let you get away with that little stunt was because I saw the way Mr Davids was eyeing you." A devious smirk came across his mouth as he leaned closer, "He needed to know who you belonged to. You could have told him everything, made a run for it even. But you didn't. You came back to me. Because you are mine."
    I began to understand the meaning of his little show downstairs. He wanted to make a point. He wanted to show both me and Link that, even given the opportunity, I would stay by Charlie's side. He had seen this much like a test of my loyalty to him. To him I had passed with flying colours, standing by his side and returning to him. When in reality it was quite the opposite. The different feelings my body had experienced when in Link's presence was new and exciting and I felt a need to experience more of it.
    I tried to compose myself, raising my leg so it skimmed up his thigh and hooked around his hips.
    "Of course. I wanted you, that's why I came to find you." His hold on my wrists released and I gripped his shirt in my hands, pulling myself forward and quickly working the buttons of his shirt undone. I didn't look to his face, Charlie liked me confident when I was by his side in public, but at times like this he wanted me to submit.
    "I'm sorry, Charlie." I whispered quietly "please forgive my stupidity."
    He made a gruff sound, showing that he had acknowledged my apology, and the tightening in the crotch of his pants showed me how much he liked my actions. While a small amount of bile lingered in my throat,